The Domestic Front

 The deck is finished and the bathroom just begun.

cruddy but homey bathroom as it has been for over 2 years, awaiting builder

demolition commenced last Saturday

concrete floor sheeting went in today

In the meantime this is our wonky 'amenity'.  It looks like the Tardis from our kitchen window.

looks quite good from this angle

Jill PD is taking all this in her stride.  In fact she loves the party atmosphere as The Daves strut their professional stuff:  Dai The Build, Dai The Slave, Dai The Plaster.  The plumber's name is Jack.

Holiday fiction reading is continuing

with one beautiful non-fiction.

I have met Madam Cyn for lunch at Magnet Court, Sandy Bay,

and collected my long-promised birthday present from Rosa Norte.  Sadly the lemon tree is so large that Steve couldn't fit all of me in the picture.

I actually made this cake, though I used almonds and kirsch instead of pistachios and orange flower water.  I made it for our 21st wedding anniversary.  I was going to do a whole Wedding in Wentworth Revisited but I can't get to the photo crate which is beneath all the new bathroom fittings in the shed.

Steve and I (and half of Triabunna) had our booster shots in the Community Hall which was once home to the glorious Orford Odeon: $5 admission, $3 red wine, $2 Mars Bar, $5 raffle tickets.  Those were the days.  The films were good too.

And there was the first BBQ Chez George.  She has a special area for such events, and beautiful it is too.

The Strange and the Beautiful

 We are having strange weather.  Wet and warmish.  The garden and I love it.

wild evening skies last week

It is that beautiful time of abundance again, at least in my little world.  Steve buys apricots whenever he leaves Triabunna.  Our trees have not done us proud this year.  The cherries come from various sources.  The first of the O'Henrys' peaches.  Perfection as always.

yesterday's lunch using up ham, cheese and herbs from Friday night pizzas

The orchard may fail but I do good herbs.

the split mulberry tree behind the pub

continues to produce abundantly

the shed at the pub

The annual Spring Bay Studio exhibition, this year called Go Figure, is on so we swanked along last week after masked tai chi at Suzie's.

I love this piece by John, one of our Soiree mob.  Entitled Warhorse and Songbird, it makes me want to weep at the loss and destruction of war, and brings to mind Sebastian Faulks' novel Birdsong.

This joyous work is by one of the Sunday Swimmers.  Talking of which

before the tsunami

after the tsunami

Not really, of course.  But there were warnings on the news this morning, and local residents came out to notify us, which was lovely.  Some stayed on the beach, possibly in anticipation...  We were alert but not alarmed, although I was aware of my own hypocrisy -  I who rant incredulously when people attempt to drive through flood water and put emergency services at risk.  But I must say Dot and I did enjoy hamming up the photo-shoot, and bewailed the loss of the Spring Bay Theatre Troop (or whatever we were called).

May Tonga and surrounding areas be safe.

And the rains came

As forecast, we had good gentle rains and I was able to finish off a few books. 

I have shown you this one before.  The Floosie gave it to me.  I have now read it cover to cover and am much wiser in preparing my garden for wildlife, though I'm not expecting to be rushed by echidna, quolls and bandicoots.  It is such an engagingly written book that it's like going on a garden tour with a friend.  The photos and detailed information are amazing.  Best of all, a wild-life friendly garden is the perfect reason for leaving the garden to its own devices.  But I have to plant a lot more small and prickly shrubs for the wrens and finches.  The plants don't have to be endemic, or even Australian natives, but I think that is what I'll plant.  Still keep the fruit trees and vegie gardens.

I came across designer Axel Vervoordt via his castle featured in Desire to Inspire , which is my daily read.  I got this book from the library and lingered over every page.  I love his design philosophy and came to understand my own ideas better.  He lives in, and designs for, a different stratosphere where money is obviously no object and ancient artefacts can be casually thrown (actually, artfully placed) around a room, but I agree with his tenet that it's about finding the right place for things.  As far as I can see, this is the only book of his which the library has - sadly.

Sandrine sent me a heavy, cubic parcel which I was sure contained a Christmas pudding.  In fact it held 3 books of which this is one, and a very mysterious one.  Called The Bidders by John Baxter, apparently an Australian writer now living (possibly dead) in Paris.  It is a very strange story.  Turns out to be a love story but I think is really just a vehicle for him to show off his knowledge of the dodgy tricks of the art and auction world.

This one I'm still reading.  Having dabbled in some Tasmanian history research, I'm stunned at how the researchers, admittedly academics, have discovered and pulled together so many sources.

Still reading this one too.  Naturally I thought it would be about life in New York, which it is, but particularly the gay scene in the 1960s and 70s.  Who knew.  Golly gosh.

New Year retrospective...

 When you move with a wanky art crowd you think in terms of retrospectives, etc.

view from the back door last night

I am eagerly awaiting the forecast storm.  I have been working in the garden over the festive season to take advantage of the rain, when it comes.  Despite La Nina the garden is very dry.

parsley flowers and orach create red and green for Christmas

dietes continue to educate me in their wily flowering ways

the beautiful paper barks giving us a white Christmas

Georgia and Ella came for dinner on New Year's Eve.  Being a Friday, we had pizza.  Bubbly first, with some mince pies as aperitif.  Steve bought me a box of these Chain of Ponds bubbles and I really do like them. Love, of course, that they come from Adelaide and a place important in the early days of our arrival in Australia.  Georgia brought the Cox shiraz and we had it with our pizza.  It was an early night because they both had to work the next day.  I thought I may wake up in time to see the new year in, but I was an hour late.  I volunteered at PUBS the next day - sales were very slow.

Georgia is cutting swathes through her meadow / paddock.  Jill is pre-occupied with pine cone fetching.

This path leads to the Picnic Tree.  So far we have had no picnics beneath it but I believe it is also being used as a meditation space.  What a magic piece of land.